I was recently asked, by an ageing but still beautiful walrus, if I would be the main event in a strip show aimed for polar wildlife. She’d seen a few of my moves and believed that I had what it takes to become the next Pingu (in his second career)
The initial decision I took with trepidation. So many questions ran through my mind. What if the other penguins laugh at me? What if the seals find my cold shapeless body undesirable? Will I earn enough fish to enjoy life, or will I just become another run down old man that can’t break free from a life he hates?
Fool I was! The penguins have taken me under their wings, the seals adore my cold shapeless body and I stink of fish! I love this life of taking my clothes off for polar wildlife, tis the life for me.
I couldn’t sleep and wasn’t really sure to to draw next, so I kind of stumbled through this.
Despite donating about a billion hours of my time watching and reading all the Harry Potter things I only seem to remember Dumbledore’s beard, noises made by Voldemort and maybe Harry had frog’s legs or something once in a lake?
This one is for the person who originally got me into the Potter series, who as it happens is also the greatest human being in the history of human beings.
Sure the background looks like crap and it’s far too messy, but it’s now finished. I can no longer look at it and each new thing I do I immediately dislike, so I feel that’s a pretty handy time to stop.